SHUCKS

Cant you differentiate between a faked smile and a real one?

Someone called me smiley during camp.
Probably it was because I kept on smiling. Sometimes I did random smiling.
But, one has to realise that out of this many many smiles,
most were fake.

Dad dropped me at the usual stop on the first day of camp.
I hated the way he convinced me that everything was going to move smoothly.
Truthfully, I hated camp. I hated the fact that I was far from home.
From people I love.

My face lit up when I met Nat and Syahmi at the canteen.
Looking at their faces looking forward to camp made me happy, somehow.
I felt love. I felt safe.

Reached the campsite at around 10.
Pitched tents and got ready for lunch and Milo-dipping.
First day of camp went okay.
In fact, I thought it was more than that.

I didnt expect myself to have so much strength for rock climbing.
I realised I was only good in camp activities.
I mean, I was always the bottom for sports back in school.
But in camp, I reached the highest point for a girl.

Thanks Dad. Thanks Ma.
Thank you friends for making this camp an unforgettable memory.
It will always be in my mind.
Most importantly, it will always be in my heart.

BUHHBYE